Chapter 51: Lady
Chapter title and soundtrack: "Lady" by Lenny Kravitz.
A/N: Thank you to my beta terriblemuriel!
I hope you enjoy! If you do, please let me know and I'll include more of this in the future ;)
February 2020
Santana drove down the main road of a dumpy little town called Bellefontaine, the halfway point between Columbus and Lima. Brittany had texted her an address that afternoon after Santana had complained that she was having a stressful day at work. Santana looked at the address again and frowned. It didn't seem right. She drove another few blocks and saw the address was a motel. Brittany was standing in the parking lot leaning against her parents' car, wearing a long coat. Her hair was pulled back in a high, messy ponytail and her face was made up with dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick. Her heels were at least three inches tall. When she saw Santana's car approach, she smiled and removed her coat, revealing a short skirt and a cropped leather jacket. Santana grinned as she pulled into a parking space. This was going to be good.
Santana turned off the engine and got out. "Hi," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Did Andre send you?" Brittany asked, looking Santana up and down.
"Um… yes?" Santana responded.
"Awesome." Brittany spat out her gum and gestured for Santana to follow her, swaying her hips as she walked toward one of the rooms. She unlocked the door, then turned back to Santana.
"You ready for a good time?" she said with a smirk.
"Definitely."
As Brittany opened the door, Santana glimpsed a single bed in the middle of a room with all the standard hotel furniture around it: a shabby chair with worn upholstery, an old TV, a lamp, and a scuffed dresser. The décor was somewhat dated, but the sheets were pressed and the towels folded crisply. It wasn't the Ritz, but she wasn't worried there would be bugs.
Brittany pushed Santana through the door, shutting and locking it behind them. She forcefully unbuckled Santana's belt.
"I feel like I should know your name first," Santana said with a grin.
"That's part of the fun," Brittany purred, sliding the belt out of its loops and snapping it, making Santana flinch. "No names, no strings." She had an uncanny ability to sound both wholesome and unbearably sexy at the same time.
"How will I know what name to scream later on?" Santana asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Pick one." Brittany walked forward, backing Santana further into the room.
"I like the name Brittany."
"Pick something more exciting."
"Elektra?"
"Overused and tacky."
"Scarlett?"
"Perfect," Brittany grinned.
"Well then, Miss Scarlett… it's a pleasure to meet you." Santana smiled and stretched up on her toes to bring her lips to Brittany's.
Brittany pressed her finger to Santana's lips. "Ah, ah!" she reprimanded. "I take payment up front. No touching until then."
"Oh sorry, I forgot," Santana muttered. She reached in her purse and pulled out a twenty, handing it to Brittany.
Brittany examined the bill and frowned. "Well, I think I'll be taking my services elsewhere, then." She turned to go.
"Wait!" Santana cried. "I'm sorry, was that just one hundred? I thought it was five." Santana pulled out four more assorted bills, sliding them through her fingers as she handed them to Brittany. She silently asked Brittany to suspend her disbelief as she said: "There. Five hundred."
"So where were we?" Brittany asked with a coy smile, tucking the bills in her jacket pocket.
Santana grinned and stretched up on her toes again for a kiss. With the height difference Brittany's heels made she could barely reach. Brittany kissed her for a moment before breaking away.
"So tell me how you like it," she purred, untucking Santana's shirt.
"I like it slow and rough. And I like it when you take direction."
"I think you'll find I take direction very well. And I like it slow and rough too."
"You're just saying that because I'm paying you."
"Does it matter?" Brittany purred. "If you say you like it slow and rough, that's how it's gonna go down. I'm here to make you feel good." Brittany unbuttoned the top two buttons of Santana's shirt, leaning down to kiss along her cleavage.
"And if I say I'd like to throw you on the bed and pound my fingers into you until you come?"
Brittany bent down further, still kissing between Santana's breasts. "Then that's what will happen. And I'll scream your name while you do."
"But you don't know my name."
Brittany glanced up at Santana, grinning at her mistake.
"I'm Carmen," Santana offered.
"Nice to meet you, Carmen," Brittany hummed as she knelt and finished unbuttoning Santana's shirt. She slid it off and unsnapped Santana's bra. When Santana's breasts were bare, she dragged her tongue over each nipple, wrapping her lips around them. When she felt Santana start to breathe deeply, she pulled away, looking up through her lashes. "So what's my first direction, Carmen?"
"Take off the rest of my clothes," Santana said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Brittany obeyed, keeping her eyes locked with Santana's in a sultry stare as she did.
"Now what?" Brittany asked when Santana was completely naked.
"I'll give you directions when I'm ready," Santana snipped. She left Brittany kneeling on the ground and walked toward the bed, pulling the comforter and top sheet off. She lay down and put her arms behind her head and crossed and her ankles. "Stand up," she said. When Brittany obeyed, Santana looked her up and down.
"Take off your skirt."
Brittany complied.
"Okay, now turn around."
Brittany turned.
"Good," Santana muttered as she assessed Brittany's thong-clad backside.
"Do you want me to do a striptease?" Brittany offered, looking over her shoulder.
"No, I want you to follow my directions."
"As you wish," Brittany acquiesced.
"Take off your jacket."
Brittany took it off and held it out to the side before dropping it.
"Shirt and bra too."
Brittany repeated the dramatic motion as she dropped her shirt. She twisted around and flung her bra at Santana like a slingshot before slipping her thumbs in the sides of her panties.
"Not those. Those stay on," Santana instructed.
Brittany pulled the lace back up around her hips.
"Put your jacket back on."
Brittany shot a questioning look over her shoulder but obeyed.
"Now face me."
Brittany turned, facing Santana wearing nothing but her thong and jacket. The cropped leather was unzipped, perfectly showcasing the channel between her breasts and the beginning of the curve under each one.
"I like that, Scarlett. It's a very sexy look. Come here."
Brittany walked toward the bed. "You want me to keep my shoes on?" she asked.
"I'd tell you if I wanted you to remove them."
"Of course. Sorry, Carmen."
"It's okay. Just listen better."
"I'm listening."
"Sit. Straddle me."
Brittany smiled as she sank onto Santana.
"I like this," Brittany purred, dragging her finger down Santana's chest and running it between her breasts. "I can see where my mouth was."
Santana looked down; there were bright red lipstick marks all over her breasts. However tacky it was, she found it incredibly hot.
"Oh god, that's really sexy, Britt," Santana murmured.
"Scarlett," Brittany reminded her.
"Scarlett…" Santana echoed. "Let me see you," she said, eying Brittany's panties.
Brittany slid her panties to the side, revealing her smooth, glistening center.
"Looks like somebody's already enjoying herself," Santana purred.
Brittany grinned, "It's not hard to enjoy myself with a client as sexy as you."
"Indeed… You know what I love, Scarlett?" Santana asked in a husky voice.
"What?"
"I love watching a woman touch herself. It really gets me going when I can tell she's enjoying it. Touch yourself for me now."
Brittany slid her hand under the open flap of her jacket and up to grasp her neck. As she tilted her head back, she slid her hand down to fondle her own breast before trailing her hand over her stomach. Still holding her panties aside, she smiled as her fingers moved over her clit in slow circles for a few minutes. Santana rubbed her hands up and down Brittany's thighs, occasionally muttering 'So fuckin' hot' or 'Good girl' or 'I like that, baby' as Brittany's motions picked up pace. Soon Brittany was panting and her hand was rubbing frantic circles over her clit.
"Don't stop," Santana encouraged. She moved one hand to hold Brittany's panties aside for her. "Make yourself come while I watch."
Brittany's rubbing became more furious until she stiffened and jerked forward, eyes squeezing shut as she clamped her knees around Santana for a moment. She gasped, panting as she opened her eyes to meet Santana's satisfied grin.
"Very good, Scarlett," Santana murmured, "You're right, you do take direction well."
Brittany smiled as her breathing slowed, rocking forward a bit before sitting up straight again. She stuck her fingers in her mouth, her lips curling around them in a wicked grin as she sucked the juices off. Santana trembled a little bit and whispered, "Fuck, that's hot."
"You like this?" Brittany asked, running her finger over the lipstick marks on Santana's chest. "Cuz I'm more than happy to leave my mark in other places."
Santana swallowed. "Yes. Yes, please."
Brittany dismounted and sauntered to her purse, pulling out her harlot-red lipstick and running it over her lips. She crawled back onto the bed with her hips in the air as she bent to kiss beside Santana's hipbone. She smeared the lipstick all over the soft skin of Santana's thighs, pelvis and mound, making little smacking noises and leaving a few marks with her teeth. She spread Santana's legs and nestled between them.
Before delving to lick Santana's center, she wiped off what remained of her lipstick with the back of her hand, leaving a few traces of red on her wrist. She lowered her head and ran her tongue up and down Santana a few times, feeling Santana shiver. After a few moments of licking, Brittany lifted her head and said coyly, "Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't tell me to do that. Is this okay?"
"Yes, keep going. Do whatever you want," Santana said, already panting.
"Can I take off my jacket?" Brittany asked. "I'm kind of hot."
"Yeah, go ahead," Santana breathed. "Just keep fucking me."
Brittany shrugged off her coat and returned to licking Santana's center.
"Fingers?" Brittany asked after a minute.
"Uh-huh," Santana panted, head already tilted back with her eyes squeezed shut.
Brittany slid a finger inside, twisting it as she moved it in and out a few times. "God, you're wet," she murmured before returning her mouth to Santana's clit.
Santana moaned when Brittany slid another finger in.
Brittany let her lips smack as she lifted her head to ask, "You said you like it slow and rough, right?"
"Yes…"
Brittany slid a third finger inside Santana, who tensed as she felt herself stretch. Brittany sat up and held her hand still until she felt Santana relax. Once she did, Brittany thrust her fingers up forcefully, bringing the heel of her hand up against Santana's clit.
"Ah!" Santana exclaimed as she gripped the edge of the headboard to steady herself. It was a half-wince, half-grunt. "Fuck!" she whispered, her lips spreading in a smile.
Brittany slowly withdrew her fingers only to ram them up into Santana again.
Santana moaned, sliding her free hand through the sheets.
"Is that how you like it?" Brittany purred.
"Yes…" Santana whimpered.
Brittany continued thrusting with her hand until Santana was gasping and clawing at her own breasts, ruddying the already smeared lipstick. Brittany knew her frustrated writhing meant she needed just a slight change of pace and she'd be over the edge. Brittany started pulsing upwards into Santana's abdomen with her fingers, no longer thrusting at all. Santana's pelvis tipped and she held her breath. Brittany lowered her head and ran her tongue over Santana's clit just a few times before she felt Santana clamp down on her hand and Santana's knees contract around her shoulders. Santana arched as a strained cry flew from her throat, hanging midair until Brittany stopped pressing up with her fingers. She settled back onto the bed, breaths raspy as a satisfied, shaky smile spread across her face.
"You're easy for a girl," Brittany grinned, wiping her mouth and removing her hand. "It must have been that little show I gave you."
"I told you I like watching other girls get off, Scarlett."
"Well I'd give you another show, but I'm worried you'd explode."
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
Brittany laughed as she flopped down next to Santana, flicking her shoes off with her toes as she broke character.
"That was fun, Santana. We should do role-plays more often. We used to do them all the time."
"Definitely... God, Britt, you make one hell of a hooker." She snuggled into Brittany's chest. "I'm glad we don't have to resort to that, but you'd be making bank if we did."
"Santana!" Brittany scolded, chuckling as she swatted Santana on the arm. "I couldn't turn tricks and then come home to you…"
Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany and nuzzled into her neck. "Yeah, I quite prefer having you all to myself."
They lay they for a minute, enjoying the quiet.
"I'm really glad I got to see you tonight," Santana murmured. "It gets so lonely in my room in Columbus."
"I think I'll be able to come stay with you sometimes now. Dad's doing so well, I think my mom could manage for a night or two."
"Really?" Santana asked, looking up at Brittany in delight.
"Uh huh. We should get full use out of that room you have. Living with my parents wasn't exactly conducive to getting our cuddle on."
"No kidding… Hey, do you know what we should do next time?" Santana asked with a glint in her eye.
"What?"
"Naughty nurse," Santana smiled, biting her lip.
"I've been thinking about that, actually," Brittany said, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I think that's what I want to do."
"Well maybe we should take a little trip to the costume shop…" Santana purred, running her finger between Brittany's breasts.
"No, I mean I think that's what I want to do," Brittany said. "I want to be a nurse."
Santana stilled her hand and looked up at Brittany. "Really?" she asked in surprise.
"You don't think I could?" Brittany asked, looking hurt.
Santana could see Brittany's old insecurities about her academic ability surfacing. "No, of course I think you could. I'm just surprised because you never talked about it before."
Brittany shrugged. "I guess taking care of my dad made me realize how much I would like it."
"That's fantastic, Britt. I'm so excited for you. You'll be great at it."
"Well, I have to get into a program first, Brittany mumbled."
"I'll help you," Santana offered. "I don't know anything about nursing school, but I'll try."
"No…" Brittany said. "I want to do this on my own. I mean, aside from tuition, which my parents will help with… it's important to me that this be my thing."
Santana gazed at Brittany for a moment before kissing her on the cheek. "You have no idea how much respect I have for that, sweetheart."
Brittany grinned as she snuggled into Santana. "I think I have a pretty good idea."
Santana nuzzled her ear and they lay in contented silence for several minutes.
"I can't wait until I get to be with you every night again," Brittany hummed.
"Me neither, sweetheart" Santana murmured, kissing her hair. "Me neither…"
